Evening, little lady.
Baby, we're gonna run.
Damn it!
Mommy didn't say that.
Oh... it'll fly away, baby.
It's our lucky day, baby.
Here it comes.
Oh...
We have a low-pressure center here,
backed up with a cold front coming across the east.
And then, here in the west, we've got a high-pressure ridge
coming in with a warm front that's descending
across the western part of the country...
I always hated you could do that.
I always hated that you could date two guys
at the same time.
Really, Liv? What time did you wake up?
Are you okay?
Aunt Liv, I'm getting vascinations.
"vaccinations."
Come on, baby, go get dressed.
They put something dead inside you. Dead!
Into your blood. Gruesome.
Ella Jae, please go get dressed.
Yes.
"Gruesome."
- Gruesome? - That's a good word.
And in other news, a suicide
on the New York subway system last night
got rush hour off to a slow start this morning.
Risa Pears, a New York City school teacher
and mother of an 18-month-old daughter
flung herself in front of an oncoming train last night
while returning home from the circus.
Subway service between...
I want permission to go to New York
to investigate a case.
What is it?
A suicide on the subway.
I read about it in the paper this morning.
How exactly is this a case?
I believe that the woman may have been murdered.
There may have been extraordinary circumstances.
What kind of extraordinary circumstances?
I'm listening.
Uh...
That's all I'm comfortable saying
at the moment, sir.
Dunham, are you all right?
For the last few weeks you've seemed... distracted.
on edge.
I haven't been sleeping very well.
I wouldn't be asking if this wasn't important.
Dunham, you're a crucial part of this operation.
You're very valuable to me.
Thank you.
24 hours.
Then I want you back on the job, head clear.
Thank you.
Olivia, it was a nightmare.
It felt like I was really there.
No, you were asleep in your bed.
Wait a minute.
Have you experienced any nausea, Agent Dunham?
Rashes, hair loss...
- even a strand or two on the pillow? - No.
Any pain urinating, or blood?
I don't think you're helping
- Is that a... - Yeah, a geiger counter.
Not a rad.
I thought you might have teleported to New York
in your sleep and killed her.
Wouldn't that have been wondrous?
But even the most controlled matter to energy transmutation
leaves behind some background radiation.
So ergo, you are not actually there.
Great, well, I'm glad we got that cleared up.
- Astral... - Astrid.
Projection.
A spirit walk, as it were.
No, no, no, you wouldn't have had
sufficient corporeal form to interact
with the young woman.
Here we go.
It's like listening to a broken record,
but the lyrics keep on changing.
She had a bad dream.
No, I could smell the platform.
I saw her baby staring at me.
I saw her face before I saw the news.
How is that possible?
Opium?
It wasn't just a dream.
Was it?
New York it is.
I love New York.
Oh, we could catch a show!
Pippin!
Uh... no.
Walter, you're staying here.
I'll make it up to you.
That is the Jackson Five, right?
Hmm?
Absolutely.
- She said to meet her at the clock. - There she is.
You the two?
Uh, Dunham, Bishop. FBI.
You know, you shouldn't eat those.
About 30 years too late on that.
Can you show us where this actually happened?
Yep. Let's go.
- Are we safe? - Sorry?
FBI comes into my house,
First thing I need to ask is "Are we safe?"
I'm not sure we're ever really safe.
We're as safe as houses.
What can you tell us about this suicide?
Just like it said in the papers,
Risa Pears, 28, decided to take a header
in front of the seven train.
So what makes you think that it was a suicide?
Security cameras got it all.
I'd like to take a look at that tape myself.
All right, we'll set you up, Agent.
What, exactly, are we looking for here?
Humor me.
There's gonna be a balloon floating on the ceiling.
A red one.
The husband was away on business in Seattle.
He just flew back in.
He's giving a statement down at the station.
Come on, this doesn't fit the profile.
Married, a baby.
You don't take your kid to the circus
and then give him a front-row seat
to watch you kill yourself.
And then there's that.
Yeah.
This doesn't make any sense.
She'd been waiting to go to the circus.
And she's from here.
We met in Chicago.
She kept saying that she wanted to take Lucy to the circus.
Okay?
She used to sing you this song about elephants.
We were happy.
She wouldn't kill herself.
You've gotta believe me.
She would never kill herself.
Agent, the surveillance you wanted is ready.
Thank you.
Sh... she wouldn't do it.
She just wouldn't.
Thank you.
Mm-hmm.
This is the digital backup.
The primary drive is in evidence.
Can you slow this down?
- Just start at the top. - Mhm-hmn.
Can I get a copy of this?
See, it doesn't make any sense.
I remember things from the crime scene.
I remember pushing her.
You know dreams aren't always literal.
Perhaps you killed this young woman
in some less-direct way.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
We just watched her kill herself.
Perhaps you compelled her to jump using your mind.
Do you have any reason to want her dead?
Romantic rival, perhaps?
- What? - I didn't even know her.
- Then why did you kill her? - I don't know.
Stop, both of you. Stop.
Nobody killed anybody.
I'm surprised at you, Peter.
Agent Dunham is your friend.
You trust her. She says she killed that girl.
Are you presumptuous to believe her
only when she says what you want to hear?
Your mother was a bit like that. Consider this question.
What is mankind's oldest dream?
- World peace? - Oh, hardly.
It's a social construct imposed by an awareness
of our own mortality.
Should have gone with "great taste, less filling."
What is the greatest desire of the weak and the subjugated?
Of the man whose fire is stolen
by an opponent whose only advantage is
the luck of superior size.
We're stealing fire?
I think we're cavemen in this story.
Whose woman is wrenched away by brutality and force.
Sexist cavemen at that.
Simple. To kill with thought.
To wish someone dead.
To murder with the mind.
Come on, that's ridiculous.
You're right, I'm sure.
Unless, of course, it happens again.
- Why would you do that? - What?
Come on.
Do you think it's okay
to just flirt with her like that?
Honey, honey, please.
- What is it... I'm not young enough? - Honey, is there something wrong?
- I'm not sexy enough anymore? - Honey, would you relax?
What is the matter with you?
- You bastard. - Just calm down.
You bastard! You cheating bastard! I can't stand the way you looking at her.
You cheating bastard!
Uhh! Uhh!
Charlie. Charlie, it's me.
There's been a murder.
- I tried to kill him. - I have a half-dozen witnesses' statements say
She stabbed her husband.
- Yes, I was there. - No. You were 300 miles away.
Somehow I'm killing these people in my dreams.
Hello. Agent Olivia Dunham.
- This is Peter Bishop. - Hi.
So what can you tell us, doctor?
The damage was quite severe.
Upper and lower intestines both shredded.
She essentially gutted him.
He's gonna die.
That's why they gave her permission to be here.
So your name is Mouse?
Nickname. From college.
I'm quiet... I guess.
Maybe just... tell us what you remember.
We were at dinner.
Tuesdays we go out.
We decided Italian.
I don't know what happened.
I just...
It doesn't make any sense.
Billy's devoted to me.
Suddenly, I knew he was gonna leave me.
I was convinced of it.
And I got so... scared.
I got so angry.
How could I do this?
Maybe you didn't mean to hurt him.
I mean, maybe somebody made you do it.
- Like, compelled you. - Agent Dunham?
I mean, did it feel like there was
Someone else in your head making you stab him?
I tried to kill my husband, right?
- How is this happening to me? - Olivia!
- Oh, god. - Okay...
Agent Dunham, I need to talk to you right now.
It wasn't you.
Olivia, what, exactly, do you think you're doing?
I made her do it, Peter.
You're running on no sleep.
And if I'm right, caffeine pills.
I faked my way through grad school, remember?
You need to calm down.
You're not thinking straight,
And you're not making any sense.
Peter...
What is happening to me?
Hey...
- Wow. We're closed. - FBI.
Great. Fun times.
So what can you tell me about what happened here last night?
I got nothing new for you, fbi.
Humor me.
Sure. Middle of dinner,
Bitch gets up and stabs her husband.
Bitch? Really? We got a problem here?
Problem? Yeah, we got a problem.
People rush out last night in the middle of dinner.
No one pays.
Today I'm out all of lunch hour.
Oh, yeah, also, I'm on the cover of the Post.
Who was sitting here?
Lady, this isn't the Palm.
We don't keep a seating chart.
- Who was it? - Whoa! Whoa!
Was I there? Was it me?
- Agent Dunham. - Just some guy.
He comes in every now and then.
Blond hair. He's got a scar on his face.
I know who that is.
What the hell is wrong with you?
You think you can do whatever you want?
What are you, crazy? I'll sue you guys.
Olivia, stop. What is wrong with you?
That man that he described, I've seen him before.
What? Where?
That's a curious word.
So it's got nothing to do with going underwater?
No. "unsub" stands for unidentified subject.
Actually, it should more logically mean
Going above water.
And still no.
I certainly hope we find him.
Who we looking for?
I think it's after this.
Remarkable. This is entirely new.
What?
You're talking about the coffee.
Mm, yes. What is it?
- Cinnamon? - Yes.
It's quite good. Delightful, really.
There.
Blond hear, a scar.
And he was at both crime scenes.
So he's our link.
Interesting.
No, not the coffee.
Although I was wondering if we can...
Walter? Please.
Well, you say he was at the table
Where you dreamt you were sitting,
And he was on the platform where you
- dreamt you were standing. - Yes.
And in your dreams you got many of
the actual details correct.
- Is that right? - Yes.
But you did not see him in your dreams.
No, I didn't.
Well, perhaps that's because you were him.
As I said, dreams are not always literal.
What if you weren't dreaming about yourself,
You were dreaming about him...
Mr. Unsub?
So he's the one
That's been doing these things to these people, not me?
That's a possible explanation.
But why would I be dreaming of him?
I mean, who is he?
Government armed forces database is online.
Interpol and public health systems online.
We can match a partial from the restaurant.
To one off the guard rail at the subway station.
Running facial recognition software.
Agents.
What, precisely, is going on here?
Sir...
An unsub that may be killing people with his thoughts
While Olivia is watching in her dream.
Uh, by the way, I don't think this machine works.
- Agent Dunham. - I've got a hit.
Suspect's name is Nick Wayne.
Uh, former address is St. Jude's mental hospital.
I'm not going there.
I have a lawsuit from a restaurant in, New York.
I have unauthorized allocation
Of agency time and resources.
I have access of government databases for personal use.
What's going on?
Someone's been coming into my dreams.
And he's either been making me kill people,
Or he's been killing people and making me watch.
You know how this sounds?
These things... these things that we see every day,
These things that we investigate...
They're happening to me.
Dunham, you understand what kind of scrutiny we're under?
You're under?
If Sanford Harris weren't in washington...
I know.
You can't unofficially investigate a case
Where you're the subject.
I'm sorry.
Dunham, why didn't you come to me?
I should have.
But I didn't want to sound crazy.
So maybe...
Maybe it's better if I just take some time off...
Just a few days... to work this out.
Maybe just take a short leave.
I need to do this.
Agent Francis, we have a status change.
I'm opening a new case. Subject's name is Nick Wayne.
Agent Dunham is on point.
Please give her whatever assistance she needs.
Thank you.
Dunham.
Take care of yourself.
I will.
You know, until this year,
I'd never actually been to a mental hospital.
Learn to like new things.
Maybe I never gave it enough thought...
What Walter went through.
I only every saw it from my own perspective.
His being crazy was something he did to us.
To my mother and me.
It wasn't something that happened to him.
Well, you were young.
Well, I'm not young anymore.
Must be a terrible thing to not
be able to trust your own mind.
Yeah.
Hey...
Are you two the federal agents?
Uh, yes. Agent Olivia Dunham.
This is Peter Bishop.
Dr. Miller. Come with me.
I remember Nick very well.
He was already a residential patient
When I arrived here, which is about five years ago now.
He had a very comprehensive insurance policy.
Quite old. I'd never seen one like it.
- What kind? - Military.
About four months ago an attorny arrived here
With a paper saying that Nick had inherited
A large sum of money.
They met twice more, and after that,
Nick checked himself out.
He was here voluntarily, after all.
Nick was an interesting person.
He had a kind of brightness to him.
Intelligent.
Yes, quite, but not what I mean.
He had an emotional brightness.
If he was happy, he would light up a room.
Sad, he was like a black hole
That would suck you right down with him.
Hyper-emotive is the clinical term.
Put simply, his affect was highly infectious.
- Was he dangerous? - No.
No, if anything, his ideation tended toward self-contempt.
Toward the suicidal.
Although he did suffer from some psychosis
When his delusions were florid.
What sort of delusions?
Typical paranoid fare.
Nick was convinced he'd been recruited as a child
For a series of top-secret experiments.
That he was being prepared to serve as a soldier
In the coming war against denizens
Of a parallel universe.
"There is a war coming.
Not a war of hatred and anger,
a battle for survival.
Many warriors of the inevitable confrontation
are among us now.
But before they can be considered soldiers,
They must be regarded as recruits."
It's all right here.
He might as well have the ZFT memorized.
But this is a manifesto from a terrorist cell in Germany.
Yeah, ZFT... it translates as destruction
By the advancement of technology.
- It's their mission statement. - Yeah, that's my point.
You said Nick Lane's been in the nut farm for years, right?
Well, the records go back to the mid '90s.
So he's caused by ZFT for at least that long.
So when did they recruit him?
How old is he?
What?
Nick Lane. What year was he born?
Uh, 1979.
Where?
Jacksonville, Florida.
Aren't you from Jacksonville?
We need to talk to your father.
Why, what do you think you know?
We need to talk to him now.
Where's the fire?
I always loved that expression, which is curious,
Since my lab assistant was killed in a fire.
What can you tell me about cortexiphan?
Oh, that takes me back.
I remember belly whipping up a peyote mash...
Walter!
Cortexiphan was a highly experimental drug.
William theorized that it might enhance certain abilities
In predisposed children.
Let me guess... you experimented on people.
Oh, no, no, not me.
William.
We had quite a disagreement about it.
What abilities?
It worked on perception.
Carlos Castaneda, Aldous Huxley,
Werner Heisenberg,
All focused on one single elementary truth.
Perception is the key to transformation.
Reality is both subjective and malleable.
If you can dream a better world,
you can make a better world.
Or perhaps travel between them.
What did you just say?
So if Nick Lane was treated with cortexiphan,
He could change reality with his thoughts.
He could make somebody do something
Just by thinking it.
Not his thoughts.
It's how you feel that determines
Your view of the world.
You're saying that cortexiphan worked on feelings.
That's reductive, but essentially, yes.
What if Nick Lane...
Wasn't affecting people with his thoughts?
What if he was affecting them with his emotions?
The psychiatrist said that he was suicidal, right?
They said that his moods were contagious.
What if he was on the platform because
He was considering killing himself?
Oh, my...
Look, at the restaurant, all happy couples.
It triggers his own fear of abandonment.
And that woman caught his mood.
For the sake of argument, let's say that
Nick's emotions are contagious, like a virus.
Maybe he's even doing this unwittingly.
But it still doesn't explain how it is you're seeing him
In your dreams.
If William had followed the usual procedures...
You see,
Often when we experimented on children...
Okay, can we just stop right there
And analyze that sentence for a second?
We would put them in pairs.
Like the buddy system in summer camp
Listen to him!
He's comparing human experimentation to summer camp!
This pairing kept them from becoming frightened
Or feeling isolated.
Sometimes an intense bond could form.
A bond...
Which could be greatly amplified by a drug
Like cortexiphan.
Stop it, both of you.
You're creeping me out.
Olivia was never treated with cortexiphan.
Is that true, Agent Dunham?
I might have been.
What?
Well, that's good news.
How is that good news, Walter?
This Nick Lane of yours...
It means I may know how to find him.
He's sexually excited.
His excitement has infected the dancer.
She's excited too.
They're leaving the club together.
What, are you nuts, ginger?
You're in the middle of your shift!
What's going on?
Shh.
I'm lypnotically stimulating R.E.M. state
To enhance her psychic connection to Nick Lane.
We're tuning her antenna, as it were.
Olivia can feel what Nick Lane is feeling.
She can see what he's seeing.
Oh...
What's happening? Is he hurting her?
Oh.
Oh...
What?
Oh, I see.
He's feeling guilt.
Shame.
He feels dirty.
He hates himself.
He wishes he was dead.
The dancer...
He's infecting her.
She's catching it.
His emotions are jumping to her.
How much he hates himself.
The girl... he's infecting her.
She's dead. I killed her.
No, no, you didn't.
You must stay under.
Agent Dunham, you must try to stay under.
- She must try to stay under. - What is going on?
Did he just kill someone? Did he kill that dancer?
These are dreams.
This boy is essentially a reverse empath.
His feelings are killing people.
Put simply, Agent Dunham's mind
Is recognizing the effects of his emotions on his victims,
And translating them into images
That her dreaming mind can recognize.
Put simply.
Peter...
Help her.
Help her calm down. Go ahead, son.
Agent Dunh...
Where are you?
Where are you? What can you see?
What can you see?
Agent Dunham...
Where are you?
I know where he lives.
Clear!
Clear.
Come over here.
I think you should take a look at this.
The torrent attack.
Someone's been a busy bee.
Look at the dates on these papers.
This guy's been collecting this stuff for years.
I've always wanted a two-headed goat.
What newspaper is this? Can I get a subscription?
Why now?
He was given cortexiphan over 20 years ago, right?
Why is this just happening now?
That lawyer shows up at the mental hospital
With a magical inheritance, and all of a sudden
Nick Lane becomes an emotional atom bomb?
Seems a little too coincidental
to be coincidence in my book.
So what are you saying?
You think he was activated?
"What was written will come to pass."
What?
It's written on the wall over here.
Got a call from a security guard downtown.
We've got a positive I.D. of Nick Lane entering a building.
He's not alone.
Nick Lane may be turning into a walking epidemic.
As his emotions become more intense,
They become more contagious.
Great.
Why can't "more angry" ever translate into "less dangerous"?
What are we supposed to do if we find him, anyway?
I mean, if we get too close to him,
Aren't we gonna be infected with his emotions too?
Yes.
But perhaps Agent Dunham would not.
Why?
You were also treated with cortexiphan.
It might afford you some degree of immunity
From Nick's abilities.
Why do I get the feeling
You're not telling us everything?
Because I don't know everything.
Officer, we're with the FBI.
Agent, you don't want to go up there.
We already sent a guy up, now he's on the ledge too.
We don't know what the hell's going on up there.
Olivia...
I'm gonna be okay.
Nick?
Nick Lane?
Olive.
You heard me.
You heard me. You came.
You were always the strong one.
Whenever I got scared, you could make me feel better.
Do you remember, Olive?
I'm sorry, no, I don't.
That's okay.
I think they meant for us to forget.
I just couldn't.
I did what they told us. I waited, Olive.
The soldier to come is both natural and unnatural.
I waited to be called up.
You stay fit, stay focused, stay ready.
I wore the blacks and grays.
I blended in.
But the call never came.
It never came.
Then, that man with the glasses,
He showed up at the hospital.
He spoke all the old words.
He said they're coming.
He needed warriors.
He said
"what was written will come to pass."
He said he knew how to wake me up.
I shouldn't have listened to him.
Sometimes what we wake up,
It can't be put back to sleep.
Nick, you don't have to do this.
I want to stop hurting people!
Take it.
Shoot me.
Please, Olive?
I can't fight this much longer.
Listen to me. Calm down...
Aah!
Uh, maybe...
I do hope Agent Dunham meant to do that.
Shoot me...
Or I will jump, and they will all jump with me.
Shoot me, Olive.
I have to die or I will keep hurting people.
Please.
We weren't made for this.
Don't make me take them all with me.
Please?
I'm sorry.
Olive...
You'll wish you had.
You'll wish you'd killed me.
Nick Lane's parents died several years ago.
Car accident.
His lawyer's identity appears to have been falsified.
We've repeated our request to massive dynamic
For information regarding the cortexiphan protocols.
But according to Nina Sharp, the names of the participants
Were deleted from the records.
And you still have no memory of the trials,
Of being treated with the drug?
- No. - But he does.
Why do you think that is?
I don't know.
You saved his life.
He's being kept in drug-induced coma.
For how long?
Indefinitely.
He said sometimes what we wake up
Can't be put back to sleep.
I wonder if he was right.
Are you all right, Dunham?
Yes.
Hey.
Aunt Liv,
The stuff that they put in me isn't dead anymore.
It came back alive.
Can that really happen?
It's just bad dreams, baby girl.
It's just bad dreams.
Come on.
Ooh, you're getting so big.
I'm gonna put you back to bed.
I'm breaking about a thousand regulations by doing this.
- Here's Nick Lane's file. - I know.
I appreciate it, Charlie. Thank you.
Okay.
Is the incident contained?
Yes, Dr. Bell.
- How bad? - Bad.
- Casualties? - Not sure yet.
- We can't locate Brenner. - Is she okay?
She's fine.
Hell, do we know what triggered it?
Obviously she was upset with you.
It's okay. It's all right now.
Nobody is angry with you.
You didn't do anything bad.
It's all right, Olive.
Everything's going to be okay.